"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Monday, December 26, 2016

A New Day. The Last Week.

   
   My thoughts scamper like squirrels    across a rooftop.
    There are two things which steady me: the inner pulsing of my blood, and the push and pull of breath. These form the backdrop of life; even in sleep, unaware, the rhythms connect and calm. When I close these gathering eyes, I can focus inward; being instead of seeing, so to act, instead of merely reacting. There is a wealth waiting there in the depths.
   
 
  Our turning ship spins eastward once again.
   Ah, there it is, our glorious star which brings the day.

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